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... pass and leave behind no memory . There was one whom she loved undoubtingly , As youth will ever love , he sought her smile , And said most gentle things , although he knew Another had his vows . - Oh ! there are some Can trifle , in ...
... pass and leave behind no memory . There was one whom she loved undoubtingly , As youth will ever love , he sought her smile , And said most gentle things , although he knew Another had his vows . - Oh ! there are some Can trifle , in ...
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... pass'd , Above me was a solitude As measureless and vast ; Yet in the air and on the sea , The voice of the Eternal One Breathed forth the song of hope to me , And bade me journey on . My bark ! the winds are fair unfurl'd To waft thee ...
... pass'd , Above me was a solitude As measureless and vast ; Yet in the air and on the sea , The voice of the Eternal One Breathed forth the song of hope to me , And bade me journey on . My bark ! the winds are fair unfurl'd To waft thee ...
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... pass'd . I ran it through , even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of ... passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful ! She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That ...
... pass'd . I ran it through , even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of ... passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful ! She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That ...
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... pass'd ; And I loved her , that she did pity them.- This only is the witchcraft I have used . CHARACTER OF THE EARL OF CHATHAM . THE Secretary stood alone . Modern degeneracy had not reached him . Original and unaccommodating , the ...
... pass'd ; And I loved her , that she did pity them.- This only is the witchcraft I have used . CHARACTER OF THE EARL OF CHATHAM . THE Secretary stood alone . Modern degeneracy had not reached him . Original and unaccommodating , the ...
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... pass , Or held , by Solomon's own invitation , A torch at the great Temple's dedication . I need not ask thee , if that hand , when arm'd , Has any Roman soldier maul'd and knuckled , For thou wert dead , and buried , and embalm❜d ...
... pass , Or held , by Solomon's own invitation , A torch at the great Temple's dedication . I need not ask thee , if that hand , when arm'd , Has any Roman soldier maul'd and knuckled , For thou wert dead , and buried , and embalm❜d ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
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Página 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Página 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Página 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Página 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Página 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Página 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?